All Posts By: Byron McCoy

               He said he didn’t believe in horoscopes, and still he read them.  He said he didn’t put trust in their message, but when positive, encouraging, attested to his hope—he followed as if he did, and was not action greater sign than words of faith and one’s belief?                He spoke the reading to her […]

               She loved the mind-connect, intimacy through space; and, still, she desired more: to have, to know, to feel—to kiss his lips, taste his tongue, suck it slow, setting rhythm for the rest—while holding to his face, eye-to-eye, in pleasure-find.

               In lie of after, they flirted in the sun and almost-silence—smiles, sounds, keep and explore of touchings over bodies still live of sensitive-after; laughs that broke—greater smiles—easy in love and endearment; gentleness, affection, and then return of aware drawing focus again when love and spirit restored for return in the Greater Intimate upon floor […]